Dying Doesn't Seem So Cruel
Beautiful
"Oh, wow, Dahlia. You don't look very well."
"Thanks, Chrisie," I snapped, "I needed to know how much like crap I looked."
"Sorry."
"No, don't be. I'm sorry."
"You and Emmett still haven't made up, have you?"
"Nope. And I won't forgive him."
"What happened?"
I replied after a few minutes, "I'm not even sure anymore."
She patted my hand gently and rose to her feet. I watched as she disappeared into the crowd of students filing out of the cafeteria. The Cullens and Hale had already left.
Emmett's P.O.V.
She was sitting on the hood of Edward's Volvo when we'd gotten there. Up close, she looked worse than ever. A grim smile played on her lips once she saw us. A moment later, I felt warmth against my chest and realised she'd launched herself at me. I squeezed her gently and made her look up into my eyes. Tears were flowing down her face freely.
"I'm so, so, so sorry," she whispered.
In response, in front of everyone, I pressed my lips to hers and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms, my neck. I could taste her tears on my tongue, and, at that moment, she'd never been more beautiful to me.
"Thanks, Chrisie," I snapped, "I needed to know how much like crap I looked."
"Sorry."
"No, don't be. I'm sorry."
"You and Emmett still haven't made up, have you?"
"Nope. And I won't forgive him."
"What happened?"
I replied after a few minutes, "I'm not even sure anymore."
She patted my hand gently and rose to her feet. I watched as she disappeared into the crowd of students filing out of the cafeteria. The Cullens and Hale had already left.
Emmett's P.O.V.
She was sitting on the hood of Edward's Volvo when we'd gotten there. Up close, she looked worse than ever. A grim smile played on her lips once she saw us. A moment later, I felt warmth against my chest and realised she'd launched herself at me. I squeezed her gently and made her look up into my eyes. Tears were flowing down her face freely.
"I'm so, so, so sorry," she whispered.
In response, in front of everyone, I pressed my lips to hers and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms, my neck. I could taste her tears on my tongue, and, at that moment, she'd never been more beautiful to me.